Society is in the gutter

Remember when you could jump sharks whenever you wanted? The streets were literally littered with sharks you could bounce over! Now you jump one shark and immediately some Interweb wise-asses post a row of "ironic" pictures, they're unkempt Interweb beards barely muffling their smug smiles.

What the German spirit might be—who has not had his melancholy ideas about that! But this people has deliberately made itself stupid, for nearly a millennium: nowhere have the two great European narcotics, alcohol and Christianity, been abused more dissolutely. Recently even a third has been added—one that alone would be suffficient to dispatch all fine and bold fiexibility of the spirit—music, our constipated, constipating German music.

and back in the day, a woman was a woman, a man a man. now you can't call someone a person without getting in trouble for using a label. i miss the time when we were proud to be categorized, named, certified.

I blame so-called comedian Max Miller for the disgraceful decline in our society. With his "blue" gags he gave the "green" light to the filthy perversions which now constitute "humour" on the television and penalise the family who prefer to "keep it clean."

So-called "children" were jumping up and down and making an unholy racket in my omnibus as it proceeded through the West of London. They were on their way to some disgraceful, degenerate "carnival." What a sad reflection of today, when in my childhood years we were content to derive fun from one grey sock with holes for many Christmases to come.

Thanks to sandal-wearing Tony Blair and his cronies, you can now press just one button on the internet and a sex offender will turn up at your house within seconds. And yet still honest taxpayers burn to death in buildings while the fire brigade takes four hours to get through the crowds at Red Ken's Pink Parade.

When I was young, one would show one's appreciation for a well-formed heel on a young lady by removing one's cap and nodding respectfully. Nowadays this is met with foul-mouthed abuse. We should of listened to Powell.

The rot started with balls, really. When I was a child we were happy with a whip and a spinning top. These days they want a ball one minute and a Bentley the next, but you can't even whip your servants. Can't even whip your servants, but still they won't make it illegal to abduct and murder little children and bury them in the woods.

My elderly mother was left lying around a hospital untreated for three decades, and her rigid corpse ended up being used as a hospital bed for an asylum seeker with a cut to the thumb. Meanwhile the spin merchants in government are compiling the new year honours' list by copying names wholesale from the Sex Offenders Register. What on earth is going on?

So, Gordon Brown and his merry band of socialists say it is not on for a grown man to vote for Paul Simon in Pazz and Jopp? I am a grown man I can vote for who I want! This is yet another example of socialism and political correctness killing our most proud traditions.

So, Gordon Brown and his rag tag bag of Eurocrats and Trots think it is inappropriate for me to talk about my love of corn dogs and hoagies on the internet when I should be doing my boring office job? Well I think they should eat a MASSIVE PLATE OF RIBS, perhaps then they would know what it is like in the real world.

But it is curious that everyone - in about 160 posts on such a fractious board - seems happy to agree entirely with the tone of the thread, and produce more sarcastic parodies of laments for a lost past.

Actually, there are probably some things that were indeed better in the past, and some that were worse. Some things in the world today, one would not want to lose. Some, perhaps one would be glad to see the back of.

In a lot of ways, life for us - the expanded middle classes of the developed world - is probably as good or easy as life has ever been for anyone ever. Yet it is also true, I believe, that the planet Earth, as a physical environment and ecological system, has never been in a worse shape, at least not since it was covered in rivers of lava several million years ago. Some things do get worse, dangerously and tragically worse.